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When god invented the bathtub, I'm pretty sure that last night is what he had in mind. Lying on a hot girl, smoking a clove and drinking champagne from the bottle while a hot guy shaves my legs. It doesn't get any better than that, folks. I never wanted it to end.

Today dunx and Megan and I bought a giant bottle of tequila for the juniors after their qual. We were going to get everclear, but decided it might have been kinda mean. Apparently, some people thought tequila was kinda mean. "Al, we're a dying breed." Megan wouldn't drink the tequila because of an incident sophomore year that involved far too much of it. It's a good story, but you have to hear her tell it. We drank almost the whole bottle and then went to a prof's house for the post qual picnic. dunx and I spent almost the entire time trying to do this fucking puzzle that, our prof assured us, has 14,000 solutions up to symmetry. Of course, I believe it has a gajillion nonsolutions. It was frustrating after a while. We didn't solve it.

I have to work on my thesis now.

Edit: Having to go to the library at 11:30 on a Saturday night is LAME.